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Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Sept 30, 2018 0:46:55 GMT -5
WELCOME TO WINTERCLAN! ~ THE CLAN OF ICE
Super excited that you are interested in joining WinterClan! LapisLazuli and I have worked hard to make the new Era of WinterClan fun, exciting, and more interactive for the everyday roleplayer! We are always up for a good plot or a simple fun thread. Just message one of us directly and we will reply as soon as we can! Now, Lets get to the creativity part and get this show on the road! ♥
WE ARE CURRENTLY ACCEPTING
WARRIORS | PRISON GUARDS | WARRIOR NOVICE GUARD NOVICE | QUEENS | KITTENS | KARLS DANES | THRALLS ______________________________________________________ HIGH NEED - SORTA NEED - DONT NEED AT ALL
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RULES ♦ If your cat is born into the clan they must have a warrior name. ♦ ONLY CATS WITH WINTERCLAN BLOOD are allowed to claim a blessing. Even just a little blood is fine. ♦ Please remember that if you join with a cat with NO winterclan blood from now on they can only gain a rank as high as Karl. ♦ NO novice pregnancies. ♦ Please do not ask to be in a position that is non join-able or currently not accepting.
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RANK REMINDERS non join-able ranks ever CHIEF - Leader. Tryout only position JARL - Deputy. Tryout only position MARTYRS - Sacrificial lambs. Tryout only position ALCHEMIST/ALCHEMIST NOVICE - med cats. Tryouts only position
general member ranks join-able WARRIOR THANE - hunters and general population adults PRISON GUARD THANE - Fighters and prison guards [duh] WARRIOR NOVICE - Young training to be warrior thanes PRISON GUARD NOVICE - Young training to be prison guard thanes QUEEN - Pregnant, Nursing, or fostering kittens KITTENS - Cats too young to be novices cared for by queens KARLS - Must be a prisoner promoted or novice demoted. DANES - Elders THRALLS - Trespassers, Prisoners of War, Kidnapped, criminals.
JOINING FORMATS
WARRIORS - PRISON GUARDS - KARLS - DANES
N A M E C A T || blessing(if cat has winterclan blood) description [ 5+ sentences ] USERNAME ♦ rank
EXAMPLE L E A T H E R F E R N || durai latifolia Large brown tom with emerald green eyes. LATIFOLIA Prison Guard Thane
Note - if you are joining with a queen fill out the info above for their general ranking then make a note of them being a queen, list the fathers name, and the kits if they are nursing. If expecting just say expecting
NOVICES - KITTENS
N A M E C A T rwn || blessing(if cat has winterclan blood) description [ 5+ sentences ] USERNAME ♦ rank
EXAMPLE L E A T H E R P A W fern || durai Large brown tom with emerald green eyes. LATIFOLIA Prison Guard Novice
note - kittens just have a rvw no blessing till they become novices
THRALLS
N A M E C A T || blessing or clan (blessing is has wic blood. clan if from another clan) description [ 5+ sentences ] LATIFOLIA ♦ rank
EXAMPLE B R U N I A B E R R Y || nightclan Small black and tans he-cat with blue eyes. LATIFOLIA THRALL
IF YOU HAVE AN EXISTING CHARACTER IN THE CLAN THAT NEEDS INFORMATION CHANGED LIKE A BLESSING ADDED OR A RANK CHANGED
PLEASE REPLY IN THE BELOW FORMAT
EXISTING CHARACTER
name - rank
new or changed information - [ for more information on the ranks and blessings go to the > Guide Page Some blessings mean different options
in the clan, also a short appearance description]
Has your username changed from what it was on wiki? If so Wiki username - New username
Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 30, 2018 17:45:33 GMT -5
New Characters --
K U L N I N G lapislazuli
Deep within the mountains, so deep that one might think they have entered a different world altogether, she was born into a frigid land. Encased in an endless winter. She can barely remember her mother now; her face is blurry in her mind her pelt color blurred into shadow. The only two things she remembers are haunting eyes. Blue like the sea, whose waves crashed against the cliffside edifice of their home. She remembers how in the dead of the night with the moon shedding it's blue white light over the land, her mother's eyes would glow like moonstones. She remembers running along in the mountainous forests with her siblings, enjoying life, and then a huanting melody would creep through the forests. A series of blue tones flowing around the trees and rocks. Her mother's voice carried stromg and clear in its ghostly beauty. And that was how she called her children back to her from the forests. Back to their home. She remembers how magical her mother had seemed. She only wished to be just as magical. Kulning can't remember everything about her mother anymore. She had to block all of that out. The day she found her whole family...frozen...petrified it had seemed. It was the worst day of her life, until that is, she stumbled onto WinterClan territory and was taken prisoner. She is a mirror image of her mother. A moderately thick and dense yet medium lengthed pelt in the color of slate or blue-gray and striped heavily in charcoal and dove's feather gray. A gray nose, black claws, and a bottle brush tail. Her eyes are the same deep blue that glows like moonstones in the moonlight. Haunting in their familiarity to her mother's. Her voice has become far more beautiful than her mother's was. And that is what most others remember about her. Her hauntingly beautiful voice. She often sings the small melodies her mother would use to call her home. Her personality is calm and reserved and quiet. She has never spoken much since she got to WinterClan as their prisoner. She chooses to stay quiet and observe her surroundings. It has always served in her favor to stay silent and listen to what the universe brings to your ears. And thus she remains, imprisoned and singing graveyard songs to pass the days.
Dark gray and black tabby she-cat with ice blue eyes.
Thrall
C O Y O T E S O N G lapislazuli
Like a black rose, her darkness is her beauty. || Come bloody angel, break off your chains and look what I've found in the dirt || Reality is all in perception. If you believe in something hard enough, you can manifest it. She wasn't always so dark, so ominous. There was a time when she laughed loudly and danced and sang. There was a time when she was happier. A long while ago, before she knew of The Clans, Coyotesong lived in the twoleg city. But where we begin is with her mother whose name was Singer, she had started a young kittypet. She had a happy life, although she wanted more, she felt a pull to the wilderness. She believes in the universe giving us signs, clues, paths to walk down. She chose to follow her path and left her home in search of her calling. As she picked her way through the city, she could practically see the forest; the tree tops deep green and the sunsets that darkened them black, she stumbled into a young tom. He was dark, handsome and talked to her like she was the most beautiful she-cat to walk the earth. Flattered by his kindness she allowed herself to indulge and followed him to his home. He promised she would sleep well and be ready to travel all the way to the forest the next day. Excited at the prospect of sleeping somewhere comfortable instead of under cardboard boxes and behind dumpsters she was all too eager to follow him. But it was all a lie. || All that I know. I am willing to give it away, all that I love || She was greeted by several other cats, none of whom seemed like they were sane. She tried to run, but she never got far enough they imprisoned Singer and kept her alive but thin and weak. They had fought over her night after night, adding new scars to her pelt in their quarrels every day. When she was expecting kits they finally backed off. They let her be alone and in peace, even feeding her so she was stronger. It seemed that's what they wanted. She was the only female present. On a cold, crisp night, All Hallow's Eve night, a pack of stray rabid dogs attacked the group of cats killing every last one of them, Singer was giving birth when they struck and she only birthed one little kit before she was killed with the others. In the madness bodies were tossed about and the kitten was lucky enough to be covered so that she wouldn't be found. She was weak without her mother's milk, she was tired and she was ready to give up. When the strong jaws of another cat gently removed her from the carnage. This is the Coyotesong we know. Born under a corpse, left to grow cold. She wasn't even safe either. The cat who had removed her was the very same that lured her mother to the group in the first place. He had been out searching for food. It would seem all would be lost for Coyotesong as well. He allowed her to grow, to mature into a beautiful, yet extremely young she-cat. Apprentice aged in Clan terms. She has an angular face with a long broad muzzle, her head a triangle shape, though it suited her, it made her look ancient and regal, like a queen, fitted with large pointed ears to match that would have gotten her teased as a kit for she had to grow into them. A tail longer than her body and a silky soft long haired coat the color of soft muave brown, ticked with bands of light tawny and white with a small white vertical stripe on her chest. She has the prowess and majesty of a lioness. Her eyes burn like a Blue moon, like the ocean under the lunar tide, a perfect mix of green and teal. Like mint ice cream in the light and cedar needles in the dark. She was told lies of her mother's life from the tom, and Coyotesong believed him. She trusted him, and then the torture began. || Pale battered body, seems she was struggling, something is wrong with this world || The same fate befell Coyotesong. She was tortured and used by the tom. Beaten and impregnated. Once she was expecting kits he left her alone, just as before with her mother. She wasn't her mother though, she was stronger. And it was time she showed how strong she was. || Even a god king can bleed || She ripped him to shreds, nothing was recognizable, she had made sure of it. But she was still malnourished, too weak to be having kits. She struggled all the way to the edge of the forest before she collapsed there. She was found by a passing WinterClan patrol, they were not unkind but it was clear she would be treated differently. Scarletoak was the epitome of motherhood. She took care of Coyotesong and made sure her kits were healthy as well. They told stories and most of Coyotesong's saddened the wise Clan member. She had a better life in the Clan. They took care of each other and when she finally gave birth they took care of her kits as well. She was humbled to be apart of something so grand, so special. But a darkness lingered about her. She would never be the same again after the torture she endured. She took a Clan name using "song" in honor of her mother 'Singer', whom she realized must have suffered the same fate she had. She became Coyotesong. She was a good mother, caring, calm and gentle, those things best describe Coyotesong. She loves her children and would lay down her life for them. She named them, the three of them, as follows; Gentlekit, Silverkit, Brokenkit, and Stagkit. She is immensely proud of her kits and even though her darkness can sometimes consume her, her children and her Clan can always pull her back into the light. || Fierce bloody angel, the blood is on your hands, why did you come to this world? ||
Black oriental she-cat with blazing russet red eyes.
Karl
S C A R L E T O A K || Bellona lapislazuli
Life has been nothing but ups and downs since she has lived in WinterClan. She doesn't suspect any of that will change though. That isn't to say the dark brown tabby mainecoon isn't proud to have lived a long and prosperous life in WinterClan. She adores her clan even if some of her clanmates are...not right in the head. Scarletoak grew from a daring and opinionated kit to an ambitious apprentice and then a fierce warrior. She never backed down from a fight and there wasn't many that she lost, her age shows this. She can't even count the scars she carries anymore. Although her life has been harrowing she still found young love. She has been mates with Hemlockshade since she was a newly named warrior as they had a budding relationship when they were apprentices. She has never been able to bare his kits though and so she tends to enjoy telling legends and stories to the kits of her clan. The future of her clan. She oy ever raised one young she-cat. Coyotesong, nursed her back to health and helped her with her own kits. She loves her like she were her own. And to Scarletoak, she is.
Dark brown and black tabby she-cat with golden eyes.
Dane
H E M L O C K S H A D E || Vegard lapislazuli
He is simple enough, a gray tabby with a white upside down triangular blaze on his chest and white paws. His eyes the color of dried moss on a hot summer day. Hemlockshade is a very opinionated tom and often speaks harshly even if he doesn't mean anything by it. The only cat he has never spoken this way to is his mate, Scarletoak, and he is determined to keep it that way. He is a devoted tom to his mate and his clan just the same.
Gray tabby with white chest blaze and paws, mossy green eyes.
Dane
A U T U M N R I S I N G || Errapel lapislazuli
Soft lines on a harsh white canvas. Red and white. Ruddy and pristine. Strange that she resembles a season they never really have. The soft colors of the world during its metamorphosis into the cold, dark terrain that her clan lurks within. Autumnrising. And it does indeed rise when she is around. Like a breath of fresh, crisp, cinnamon scented air. Like the season itself. She is crisp and yet sweet and ever changing. Her world is viewed as fluid, every choice one makes has the power to effect everyone. She is careful and cautious and wise beyond her years. Autumnrising is a slim abyssinian she-cat with a silky soft russet coat that is moderately long and feathers out at odd places giving her a wild appearance. Her eyes are a deep sunset orange, almond shaped and always filled with emotion that her face will not show. That is why she is misunderstood usually, because her eyes show what her body and voice do not.
Slim abyssinian she-cat with deep orange eyes.
Warrior Thane Queen - Cedarneedle - Expecting
G O L D L E A F || Bellona lapislazuli
Now here is a cat of a different color. Her and her sister seem to share a brain sometimes. Goldleaf is usually the more tempermental of the two though. A short fuse for a golden queen. She may have shorter fur unsuited for winter but she and her sister both haven't seemed to mind. They both put in hard work and usually it keeps them moving so their body heat stays rising. They are both very fast when the snow is not as deep. Goldleaf, being the mkre tempermental, has a tendency to fly off the handle and be snappy like an angry adder. Her beauty is a perfect mask for the beast within; a shimmering golden base coat with hints of ivory, and overlaying ebony rosettes, a slim and slender body with a long whip-like tail, large expressive eyes the color of gooseberries. She is a work of art that masks her demons well.
Golden egyptian mau with gooseberry green eyes.
Prison Guard Thane
C E D A R N E E D L E || Vegard lapislazuli
A typically silent and imposing force. Massive like the mountain they reside on. Black smoke marbling his pelt, his eyes a piercing hawk eye yellow. Cedarneedle is not a tom of many words, he believes actions speak louder which is why when he found himself in love with Autumnrising, he chose to give her his Warrior's Oath. Now he can always be found with her, quiet like an ever present shadow, but so attuned to her needs that even with the slightest shift in mood he can be seen brushing against her pelt to comfort her, a quick lick on her head or ear here and there. He exudes calm and control finding that je never felt that way until he was oath bound. And he couldn't be happier.
Black smoke maine coon with hawk-eye yellow eyes.
Prison Guard Thane
C O P P E R Z I N N E A || Arawn lapislazuli
Her and her sister are unnaturally short furred for their clan but they have never let it stop them from working hard. And they do. Copperzinnea and Goldleaf are very similar and sometimes it is easy to confuse the two sisters but their personalities are starkly different. While Goldleaf is short tempered and wiley, Copperzinnea is calm like a babbling brook. She exudes grace and just the right amount of confidence tempered with humility and a sweetness unlike many WinterClan cats. She is usually found around the nursery where she likes to hang around her friend Sugarpine and play with the kits. She dreams of being a mother someday but is holding herself back to find the right tom and in WinterClan, for her, it may take awhile.
Red egyptian mau with forest green eyes.
Prison Guard Thane
P O P P Y D R E A M || Errapel lapislazuli
Having issues with the sun tends to be a little easier in WinterClan. The dun is usually hidden behind thick gray clouds that are raining soft white flakes. Being white also has it's advantages. And she is, stark pure white like fresh snow. Being albino coukd have been hard but so far Poppydream isn't having any trouble. It may be because she was born to the right clan. Long thick fur keeping her warm in the harsh climate. Her eyes are pinkish red. And a little bit scary at first glance until you get used to her appearance. And even with the odd looks she may get she doesn't let it ruin her bright personality. Making up for not being able to be in the sun she is like the sun itself. Bright, happy, and shining so bright she can cover up all yhe negativity around her with just one smile. It's usually what makes her so likeable in the end. Her charm brings the sun back to WinterClan.
Albino she-cat, white with pink eyes.
Prison Guard Thane
Existing Characters -
Steppenwolf- Prison Guard THane
New Info - Blessing of Vegard
decription - black smoke long haired oriental tom with deep purple eyes.
Ravenbones - Warrior Thane
New Info - Blessing of Errapel
description - black oriental she-cat with heterochromia eyes; one half green and yellow and the other half blue and orange.
Stainedgolden - Warrior THane
New Info - Blessing of Bellona
description - solid white tom with bright yellow eyes.
Hella - Warrior Karl
New Info - None
description - black with russet rosettes, burning russet-orange eyes and scarred body, missing left eye.
Queen - Leatherstar (secret) - Expecting
Sugarpine - Perm. Queen
New Info - Vegard Blessing
description - pretty blue-gray she-cat with dark mossy green eyes. Injured hind leg.
Edited Sept 30, 2018 20:54:08 GMT -5 By MorteAutumnal
Silver tom with two black stripes along his back and icy blue eyes
Rainkit - Kitten
Big, fluffy silver-and-white tabby maine coon she-cat with yellow-green eyes
Stormkit [caller] - Kitten
Fluffy silver-and-white tabby tom with bright green
Vanilla Bean - Kitten
Soft white she-cat with chocolate patches and sea glass blue eyes
Violahope - Frozen
Silvery-white she-cat with black tabby stripes and sharp hazel eyes
So, her mother is half-PI and half-Brook by blood though she was WinterClan at Viola's birth and her father is half-rogue and half-CrowClan by blood and was living in PI when she was born before she was given to be raised by ex-deputy Hazethroat under the lie that she was just some rogue's abandoned kit. I don't know how to deal with any blood/blessing for her with all that, though in case she might get a blessing for some reason it would be Vegard.
Wraithkit [kiss] - Kitten
White she-cat with pale gray lynx points and pale blue, almost white, eyes
B L O O D K I T || good blue Small pale gray smoke-point tom with big amber eyes and kit-like features
kitten
H Y D R A N G E A P A W || nightclan blue Fluffy white tom with blue lynx points and soft, bright blue eyes thrall
T H I S T L E B R I A R|| NightClan jetclaw Fluffy dark brown tom with lighter brown on his face and muzzle, amber eyes Thrall
Existing Characters:
Crimsonrose - Shard jetclaw Large scarred dark ginger she cat with bright amber eyes New Info Blessing - Bellona (She is most surprised to learn that she has WinterClan ancestry, her face was probably hilarious)
Frozenpaw (waters) - Novice jetclaw Fluffy tabby coat with white belly and paws, green eyes New Info - Blessing - Errapel
Mysterykit (leaf) - Kitten jetclaw Fluffy Black She cat with amber eyes
A V A L A N C H E S E R E N A D E || bellona chickadeepeony A coat of yellow cream fur falls down her figure, her optics a distinct swirl of grey-blue. There's something regal to her physique, a look of power and grace that define's her form.Yet, despite her enchanting and regal appearance, she hold a sharp and deliberate tongue that often catches others off guard. Unafraid to use her strong personality and sharp tongue to get what she desires, it seems rather lucky for everyone that she's chosen to turn that aggressive nature to the prisoners instead of her own clan-mates. ♦ prison guard
S N I F F L E K I T chickadeepeony His body is tiny and delicate, almost feminine in it's china-doll fragility. Patches of white like fresh snow cut through the misty grey of his pelt's base, his fur thick but airy and swan-feathered in nature. His eyes themselves are two perfect round orbs of a minty green hue, that seem to reflect his emotions like a true mirror into his soul. A quiet, gentle cat by nature, he's exceedingly compassionate and soft spoken, if not a bit naive. He tends to be the follower and doesn't really stand up for himself, though his somewhat eccentric view make him a poor lackey. ♦ kitten
T H A W K I T chickadeepeony A swirl of misty grays, soft creams, inky blacks and flat browns make up her a diluted tortoiseshell pelt, which hangs upon her rather athletic build, flowing down her physique with a sort of swan-feather bird-plumage ruffle to the way it falls. Her eyes, in deep contrast to her desaturated pelt, a deep and eye-catching pine green hue. Relatively loud and opinionated, she's as leadership ready as she is witty. She maintains a strong hero complex, even to the point of causing her conflicts with the actions of her clan. Despite that, she's exceedingly loyal, even to a fault. ♦ kitten
N I K K O K I T hydrangea chickadeepeony Scruffy Russian blue tom with a white diamond shape at the center of his chest. Underneath his mouth, chest, bottom half of his legs, and tail tip have a lighter shade of Russian blue and along his back is a cape of darker Russian blue. He’s bright eyed and annoyingly optimistic until he becomes an apprentice and becomes more laid back and lazy. But in reality he’s afraid of failure, he doesn’t try because if he doesn’t try he won’t fail, but he also won’t succeed. In reality he sleeps a lot and the times he is awake he’s depressed, but has no motive. He’ll often steal hallucinogen herbs from his moms den to cope with his depression. Like his mom he’ll cut himself along the backs of his legs where his clanmates are unlikely to notice. He’s sad and doesn’t fully understand why and without a reason he feels too stupid to open up about being depressed. True love can save his heart whether it’s a loved one or friend or mate.
SILENTKIT (glow) sungmetutankawaylake ♦ Silentglow is a white she-cat with dark sky blue eyes, her voice is usually soft, gentle and yet strict and authoritative when the need arises. She was born in WinterClan to Mistyveil and Regin , alongside her siblings who she loves and would do anything for. Silentglow is named from her way of being silent, when moving around , because of her white fur , she is able to disappear into the snow and sneak up on anyone, she feels like. She was given the last name glow , because she tries to shine through all she does. She works hard and obeys the rules. She volunteers to do anything and everything that she can to help improve her Clan. She volunteers to lead missions , patrols and even volunteers to help with battle planning. Her life is nothing but planning. She plans her day thinking of any and all things that needs to be done in and out of camp. She is not one to be lazy, unless she falls ill. She sacrifices her happiness for her Clan, even going hungry to feed an Elder or Kit. As for a Family of her own she doesn't know, she leaves that to the Ancients to decide. Most life choices and happenings she leaves for her Ancestors to decide for her. If she is to die for her Clan, she will gladly do it, if it's to heal the weak and wounded she will follow the path. If she is chosen to lead , she will lead the best that she can, giving her life if necessary. She is a strong believer in the Ancients, and celebrates the Holidays and prays to them everyday. She has high hopes of either being a warrior , Shard, Frozen , Martyr , Prison Guard and the main three she hopes to reach some day is an Alchemist , Jarl or even a Chieftess. She knows she must work for those positions and does all she can to reach for each one, and if she falls short she , learns from her mistakes and strives to reach her goals. ♦ Kitten
OWLSTRIKE || durai sungmetutankawaylake ♦ Owlstrike's eyes remind you of a green leaf turning to a dark green in Leaf-fall. His eyes are always watching, either from the shadows or behind something. His eyes never give anything away, so it is very hard to read how he is feeling or thinking. Owlstrikes pelt is a white hue that seems dappled with grey streaks through out his pelt. His fur is long , making him seem like a bulky cat. Underneath the layers of fur is a lean and well muscled bones, that have developed due to working too hard. Owlstrike is Intelligent; logical; reserved; mysterious; good fighter; good hunter; ; Striker ; Sneaky; fierce; and a good leader. Owlstrike's life started in tragedy. His Mother gave birth to him not long after being severely wounded from a rock slide. Once Owlstrike was born his Mother passed away from lack of blood and her wounds. He never knew his Father, who not long before had died fighting off a badger. Owlstrike was taken into the Clan and cared for by the Queens of the Clan. Owlstrike hopes to be able to live up to his name and to serve his Clan well. He works hard and does the best that he can do, hoping that some day he can be remembered when he is dead. He never seeks praise or wants for anything. If he needs something he will ask, if he wants to talk he will ask permission first. He is an old guard kinda cat. if he wants to date someone he asks the Father or the Mother of the one he wants to date,or mate with. Owlstrike is a devoted follower of the ancients and is always seen praying and honoring his Ancestors. He is the kind of cat that most would want to hang out with or be near, younger cats try and copy him or even mirror his attitude. Over all this cat seems like the ideal warrior, laid back and willing to do whatever it takes to help his Clan. ♦ Warrior Thane
MARIGOLDLEAF || Errapel Sungmetutankawaylake Marigoldleaf is a Siamese flame-pointed she-cat with mainly a pure snow white pelt save for light orange on her face , ears and tail. Her pelt is neither long nor short but medium length which is good for hunting and keeping warm during the cold Leaf-bare months. She has well a strong frame of well toned muscles underneath her fur, that she works tirelessly to keep in shape. Her claws are long and sharp due to spending a lot of time making them sharp and ready to use at a moments notice. Marigoldleaf is a friendly, kind, Collected , quiet , smart , gentle and caring she-cat would rather help a Clan-mate then to see them suffer. She often helps other's even though they never asked for it, just because she can. Marigoldleaf will go out of her way to assist any cat or Clan that is need of help. she hates when a Clan or a cat needs help and she can't do anything but watch as the Clan or cat gets worse or dies. She isn't one to just follow orders , she challenges them and asks questions , before doing them. If the task is to harm , she will refuse to do such and order. She was raised knowing right and wrong, taught how to think above and beyond her own nose in given situations. On one situation, when she was on a patrol with her parents, and her best friend, a pack of dogs attacked them. She hesitated only a split second and then she took off to get help. When helped arrived her Mother and Father where both dead, and the dogs where no where to be seen. Marigold blames herself for her parents deaths, but never shows it. She continues her life thinking only of her Clan and it's well being. She isn't sure of having a mate or kits, but maybe in the future she will and maybe she can finally put her guilt to rest, by focusing on the future. Marigoldleaf doesn't know what the future will hold, but one thing she holds dear to her is her belief in her Ancestors and their ways. You can be sure when times get tough she will be in constant pray , praying for the Ancestors to help her though her or the Clan's time of need. Marigoldleaf is a full-blooded WinterClan she-cat. Warrior Thane
SKYKIT (song) | durai Sungmetutankawaylaka Skysong is a somewhat long haired white cat with a hint of pink in her fur. She has Bright clear green eyes. The first thing you will notice about Skysong is the fact that she is incredibly serious, never making light of any situation. She was raised this way by her serious parents who likely had serious parents before that. As you may have guessed Another thing you may have already guessed is that this cat has zero sense of humor, none, nada, don't even try, you will fail at making her laugh. One thing she thinks is that her seriousness is equal to having better judgement than a less-serious cat, and she truly believes that she would make a good leader because of this. But alas she is still just a warrior, one that likes to complain about every single decision that the leader makes, often starting her argument with: "If I were the leader I would..." Skysong was born in WinterClan to two full-blooded Clan-born parents. She was raised until the age of five months old by her parents, who died shortly after leaving camp to go hunting. Her Mother was killed by an eagle as she hunted a mouse and her Father was killed by a badger as he was hunting a shrew , both where on the opposite side of the territory, too far for help to assist them. Skysong will always honor and praise her Ancestors, even in the toughest situations. She would be willing to give her life for her home and family. She hopes to be able to have a family of her own someday. Skysong was named for being Serious , Open , Quirky , Loyal , Loud , Graceful and Protective. Kitten
BERRYLEAF || Vegard Sungmetutankawaylake Berryleaf was born to Dewdrop, her Mother and Quiltip, her Father, in WinterClan. Berryleaf is a committed warrioress, who would do anything for her Clan. Berryleaf is someone other's can look up too. She is friendly to everyone, well all most everyone, she tolerates tainted-bloods or non bloods in the Clan, though she despises them, she never shows it to the Clan unless she is with the certain cat alone, then she will let you have an ear full. She may despise non blooded Clan-mates but she will work with you when told too, or asked. She is a kind she-cat who would help her Clan with whatever needed to be done. Berryleaf works hard, not because she want's to be recognized but because she wants to help her home thrive to the best of it's ability. This means that she will spend hours even days hunting or patrolling , usually not eating or sleeping. Berryleaf hopes that she will find a mate who shares her goals of a pure-blooded family line, and to have kits with them someday. Berryleaf is a long haired fire-like orange feline with white flex on her muzzle and chest with amber eyes that burn like fire. She believes in the Ancients and prays to them for everything, no matter how little it seems or how odd other's thinks or sees her as. Everything she does is to make her Ancestors and Clan proud of her. Queen (Expecting/ Needs a Mate :/ named Red?)
Ghostpelt is a rare breed, an albino. Her fur from afar looks like any other cat that is white, but as you move closer, you can tell that her fur has a pink-ish hue that is not really pink but white. Her fur just looks pink in certain areas. Her eyes also are not red, not grey or even blue , but a mix of them all , resulting in a white hue that once captured a certain way reveals that they are different colors due to different sources of light hitting them. Her appearance throws everyone off, because they think she is a ghost wandering the earth. She is in fact not a ghost, but looks like one. Her appearance usually makes other's scared to approach her, afraid of what she might do to them. At night she appears to be ghost-like and seems to float from one place to another, like a ghost. Ghostpelt was born to a clan-born Warrior Mother, who died of Blackcough and to Egretcry who was a born a loner and raised in the Clan. Ghostpelt was raised by her Father and the Queens of the Clan. Growing up, Ghostpelt usually spent time alone, and hung out with her Father, which seemed awkward for both of them. Over the years their relationship blooms and her relationship grows also with the Clan. Though most don't want anything to do with her , but some do, some want to use her as a weapon , while yet some want to just be her friend. That makes her trust others very hard to do. If your truly want to be her friend , you must first prove it to her. She honors the ancients and seeks to grow a deep and meaningful relationship with them. she spends most of her time in prayer or studying herbs, illnesses and battle moves, not quite certain of what or who she will become. She will protect and help any cat , even those in other Clans or have no home or who are not Clan-born. She had little hope of ever being a healer or even a leader of her Clan, but she secretly hopes that she can. she is completely loyal, trust-worthy, friendly and has many qualities of a healer and leader. She may look like a ghost or someone who could kill but really she a softy who wouldn't hurt a fly unless she is protecting her home , Clan or Family. Kitten
SANDBLIZZARD | Vegard Dark brown mud-like eyes peer out of the snow, followed by pale yellow cream colored fur to reveal a beautiful cat. This cat seems to be too serious and committed to her task that she is given. If a leader is causing harm to the clan, she would be the first to speak up, no matter the cost. Sandblizzard was named for her speed but mainly for her personality. She is so complex that most don't know her as well as they think. She is usually kind , committed , serious, humorless , direct and optimistic. When in battles and positions where she has to defend herself or home, she can be moody , pushy , silly and aggressive, against those who wish to cause harm. She also has a knack for running and planning. She can run for hours and seems to never get tired. When she plans , she is always thorough. Always thinking of every possible out-come before heading into something. This often leads to arguments with cats , usually older or younger cats then her, about everything. She never holds back her opinions, even if it hurts another cat's feelings. Her plans always has some escape plan if the current one fails. Sandblizzard is wary of smooth-talkers and doesn't trust easily. She hates inauthentic manipulative types with a passion. To get through to her, one needs to be direct and make sense or really connect with her on a personal level. Once an ally, she is loyal and caring, though she may have trouble putting it in words. If she cares about someone, it shows by her presence and actions. She may hunt for a mouse to give as a gift or just spend time with those she cherishes. She secretly fears being abandoned or betrayed. Though she has trouble fitting in, deep inside she desires a secure place within the clan. When feeling trapped or in small cramped spaces has always caused her discomfort. Finding a mate or having kits are not on her mind, and may never be, if she can't find a mate that she can trust. She is loyal and puts her Clan first above anything else. Her parents where both WinterClan born cats who disappeared in a snow storm and never returned. Most think that they had died but in truth they where closer to her then could be possible, in the two-leg place , living as rogues. She was raised by the Queens of the clan. Right now she is just a warrior and dreams one day of being leader of her clan. Warrior
P E T R I C H I A || kittypet lady.m ♦ A stunning kurilian bobtail, this twisted she-cat started out her life as a kittypet. She was born inside and never set foot outside until she had to escape the burning remains of her home. At that point she was just shy of six moons old. With half her fur burnt off and her lungs choked with smoke, she struggled to get clear of the fire that had spread to the nearby trees. The dying screams of her family echoing in her ears as she stumbled over rough territory. Her flight stopped as her body gave up along the river running through WinterClan. She was then washed down and nearly drowned, struggling to stay afloat in the icy water. Her savior was Barrenfrost who pulled her half burnt, half drowned body out of the water. To her, the lynx spotted tom was the only thing that kept her from death. Her whole world had been torn away, only to be replaced by one single tom. He brought her back to the clan and had her healed. She had suffered brain damage from both smoke inhalation and from drowning due to the lack of oxygen. Luckily her thick coat grew back in, rich swirls of mahogany, copper, sandstone, and chocolate create a classic tabby pattern. Her muzzle is white with a little trickle leading down to her chest. To pair with that she has eyes the color of a Granny Smith apple and a sweet little bobbed tail. Petrichia was allowed to keep her name, a rarity for Barrenfrost’s playthings, though he does shorten it to Pet more often than not. Seeing as her whole life was upturned, she settled her focus on Barrenfrost. He is her sun, moon, and stars. The world revolves around him. She would and has killed for him. Anything he asks she does. Yet most of all she desires to keep him for herself. Petrichia would keep him hidden away from everyone if it meant keeping him for herself. ♦ thrall
T H I S T L E P A W scar || Bellona lady.m ♦ Long legged and broad shouldered, Thistlescar is an imposing figure. His white coat covers up an elaborate pattern of scars, though his first was from a fox. The fox scar is the only one that manages to appear through his thick pelt. He received it as a four month old kit when he snuck out of camp by himself. Due to pure luck he managed to escape the fox with only a thick scar of his shoulder. It however left him with a permanent limp and a stiff shoulder in the cold. Yet it taught him to be tough. He shares his mothers baby blues that are absolutely mesmerizing. Though he does have one change from his mother’s eyes, his are darker on the inside half of the iris. Thistlescar was aptly named, known for his prickly behavior and harsh stare. His career as a prison guard is the perfect option for him. No one cares if he had a pleasant behavior when dealing with prisoners. As a bonus his scars scare away any cat who would ask stupid questions. Additionally he is too bulky to be an effective hunter. He is built for one thing and that is battle. ♦ Guard Novice
Then could Crowcacophony(already on page) be given the blessing of Arawn?
REDBARK | errapel Roleplayed by Sungmetutankawaylake Death . Despair . Longing . All this describes Redbark to the letter. Redbark is a handsome orange long-haired tabby tom , who had his share of dead and loneliness growing up. He lost his Mother due to complications at his birth and his Father, tortured him and made him into a killing machine. He never had a day that he wasn't training. That is all he did, train. Train to hunt and trained to kill. When he became an apprentice, his Father died in a battle with a rogue cat, as they where fighting near a cave. A wrong move sent the tom tumbling into the cave floor , killing him. That day broke Redbark out of his imprisoned mind. He began to relax and developed his own personality. Redbark is a very helpful tom who doesn't mind helping cats who can't have or make a family of their own. He is a cat everyone can look up too, and he doesn't turn away help, if asked for it. Over all, he is loyal to his home and willing to give his life for his Clan and ancestors. Warrior Surrogate Mate to Berryleaf and Surrogate Father to Redberry (Not born yet)
B L O O D K I T good blue He certainly has an interesting origin, with a likely just as if not more interesting upbringing. After all, being born to a prisoner-turned-warrior that could hardly remember his life before being trapped isn’t usual in WinterClan. Being born to a prison guard-turned-prisoner-turned-medicine cat is even more unusual. Regin and Mistyveil was always a match made in madness, brought together by their shared circumstance of being forced down into the Pit of WinterClan, mere prisoners. Most cats probably don’t quite trust these cats, one whose entire life has practically been spent a prisoner and the other whose early life was spent murdering her whole family and covering it up for countless moons. Bloodgood isn’t most cats, though. He was born to this pair of off-kilter cats after all, Regin his dear father and Mistyveil his beloved mother. His face is dusted in charcoal black, soft fur framing big bright amber eyes. Both shadowed ears are tufted at their tips, a trait inherited from his father. Past the frame of his face and the top of his head, his fur fades into smoky white and pale gray, thick pelt seeming to swirl like fog with every step. His fluffy, plumy tail is colored the same dark cinder as his face. He has a soft frame, with kit-like features he never truly grew into. Perhaps he was malnourished or just a runt. Maybe something else is at play, some unusual blend of genetics. Who knows. No matter the reason, Bloodgood never quite grew into his oversized paws and too-large eyes, soft pelt and fluffed features doing nothing to dissuade the general opinion of his cuteness. Oh, how he hates it. He’s not cute, and he’s certainly not too small to do any damage to another cat. And ever since the first cat he could remember that dared coo ‘oh, look how cute you are’ he’s been set on proving everyone wrong. Many cats fear his mother’s past, carrying an edge of caution for her history as a kin-murderer, but Bloodgood has never feared this old side of his dear mother. No, he has done practically the opposite. After all, what better way is there to prove he isn’t some cute little helpless kit than to get some blood on his paws? His mother inspired him, and with her knowledge he’s certain it won’t be long before no cat dares call him cute again. He tries to keep his eagerness to learn the skills of her blood-stained past a secret, but with constant questions of the best place to strike a cat to leave them helpless or the best poison to bring a swift end to another or his endless requests for her to retell how she managed to kill her family and go undetected for so long it’s not a very well-kept secret. He’s not too cute and little to hurt another cat, and the most effective way to change his fate and prove his genetics wrong is to be a killer. He thinks he’s unrecognizable when on the hunt, believing himself skilled in shadowing his pelt with things he can find with relative ease so he’s undetected in his attempts to kidnap and murder others, the shade off of his fur enough to throw cats off of his real identity. However, he has too strong a conscience to ever really go through with it. He’s too nice, polite in his kidnappings and careful with any that fall for his ‘deceptions’. He’ll bring any trapped cats snacks if they need it, though only after nicely asking his chosen victim to follow him to wherever he chooses to bring what he hopes will be his first kill. He’s too nice to be the ruthless killer he wants so badly to be. He looks eagerly forwards to his first real victim, valuing the prospect as much as he values the potential of a first kiss, but it’s unlikely he’ll ever intentionally bring a cat to the end of their life. He always ends up backtracking at the last moment, freaking out before he can deal the final blow and ultimately letting his victim free. Every cat knows the secretive kidnapper in the Clan is him, his poor excuse for a disguise not exactly hiding the scent and important details that reveal his identity, but no cat bothers to call him out. It’s not worth it. Just go along with it, let the wannabe killer have his fun. He’s harmless, and ultimately all they’ll miss is some time away from duties. It’d just be a waste of time and resources to send him to the Pit for his play at being a ruthless murderer. He’s far too cute and helpless to worry about anyways. ♦ kitten
H Y D R A N G E A P A W || nightclan blue He always kept to himself in the Clan he once called home, pretending he didn’t care about the suspicious stares sent his way or his status as an outsider. It was a façade, but it was a façade he felt safe in. Brushing off others so he didn’t have to face their disappointment or true suspicions. Perhaps he shouldn’t have distanced himself so far from everyone, though. Now trapped in the pits of WinterClan’s prison, he’s almost certain he’d not missed. A foolish venture led by a bitter tom who wanted to join the Black Hand was where things went so wrong. He was hardly trained at all, only an initiate at the time with an absent mentor. He didn’t notice the WinterClan cats until it was too late, snatched up before he even knew they were there. He still plays his usual, comfortable role, as though his position as a prisoner doesn’t bother him, but in reality he’s terrified. He never had a real home in the first place, abandoned by his estranged mother, Daylight, but NightClan had been the closest he ever knew. Shiverstar, the cat who raised him, was the closest thing he had to a mother. At least in his new home he can hide away in his fear more easily. At least, so long as he has to will to maintain himself. For now his coat remains a fluffy pelt of blue lynx-point fur, just long and soft enough to sustain him through the bitter colds of his new forced home. Bright blue eyes are only ever dull and emotionless anymore, however, what little emotions he still feels ones he’s unwilling to show to these cats of the cold. If he has anything, at least his thoughts and feelings are his own. ♦ thrall
Both of these are just updates to characters already on the page, giving them proper bios
